Drunken Immortal Gourd

What is even more surprising is that her cultivation level, the sixth level of Qi refining, is two levels higher than Qing Yang, and I don’t know how she has cultivated these years. But think about it, she has ninety-one points of potential Tianlinggen, which is much higher than the Tongyan of Qingfeng Temple, and there is another golden core monk as a master, who has broken through to the sixth level of Qi refining in just ten years and treats her. It seems not too difficult.

Hearing Qingyang’s familiar voice, the same name as before, Yu Mengmiao finally confirmed that the young man in front of him is really the brother Qingyang who has been buried in his heart. Yes, her brother Qingyang is not dead, her brother Qingyang is still alive.

Thinking of this, Yu Mengmiao couldn’t control his emotions anymore, and suddenly threw himself into Qingyang’s arms, crying: “Brother Qingyang, you are still alive, I finally found you.”

This scene immediately shocked the countless eyeballs around him. It was so explosive that the goddess of the Yin Yang Sect actually jumped into the arms of a strange man, looking at the appearance in front of her.

Chen Biwang was a little unnatural. After doing it for a long time, he made a mistake. The woman did not see herself but Qingyang next to her. It was a false alarm. Fortunately, they are all their own, no matter whether they are themselves or Qingyang, they are both close friends and friends.

The long-faced monk was taken aback by the scene in front of him. He thought that the man with heavy makeup next to him was a big man, who knew that the real big man was this unbelievable young man. How big is the identity background of the Onmyoji sect’s arrogant girl of heaven? Perhaps even the **** son of the head of the Yin-Yang sect does not have such a great charm, right?

Developed, it really arrived this time, this time I went out and really got lucky, if you can make friends with such a person, you will not be able to enjoy the glory and wealth in the second half of your life.

Seeing Yu Mengmiao still like ten years ago, threw into her arms excitedly and wept bitterly, feeling Yu Mengmiao’s true feelings revealed, Qing Yang couldn’t help but make his nose sore. Ten years have passed through the vicissitudes of life, everything is changing, but Miaomiao’s feelings for herself have not changed at all.

Although the two were not together for a long time, Qing Yang had not had a playmate of the same age since he was a child. After several months of getting along, he had already regarded Yu Mengmiao as a younger sister. In this world, besides Master, Yu Mengmiao is his only relative.

Qingyang patted Yu Mengmiao on the shoulder, and said, “Don’t cry, don’t cry, haven’t we met again? You’ve grown up too, and crying again will make you look bad.”

Qing Yang is older and can easily control his feelings. Although he regards Yu Mengmiao as a relative, the two have not been together for a long time, only a few months. In Qingyang’s more than 20 years of life, Yu Mengmiao didn’t account for too much, but more compassion and distress.

But in Yu Mengmiao’s mind, Qing Yang occupies a large part. Those few months were almost the most important part of her life, and Qing Yang was the only relative after her parents died. It was Qingyang who rescued her from the fire pit, and it was Qingyang who avenged her parents’ revenge, and it was also Qingyang who led her on the path of cultivating immortals and gave her light at the gloomies of her life.

Although after joining the Yin-Yang Sect, Master was also very close to her and taught her meticulously, which can be said to be meticulous. However, in Yu Mengmiao’s mind, Master was still a step farther away than Qingyang’s brother, because Master liked her aptitude. If her aptitude was not good, how could Master treat her differently? Only Qingyang’s goodness to her is true.

It is precisely because of this that Yu Mengmiao will desperately rush into Qingyang’s embrace, without a trace of hesitation, without any pretentiousness, and ignoring any interference from the outside world.

Hearing Qingyang’s comforting voice, Yu Mengmiao cried again, and said, “Brother Qingyang, why have you never looked for me for ten years? Why did you leave me alone in the Yin Yang Sect?”

Qingyang said: “You are the proud girl of the Onmyoji Sect. With Elder Jindan as the master, no one dares to bully you, and there is no need for me to help. Isn’t it the same whether I go to see you? It’s fine, let alone I have my own way to go.”

Qingyang didn’t look for Yu Mengmiao because she knew that Yu Mengmiao had a better life than herself and didn’t need to worry about it. Multiple utilitarian factors.

It took a long time for Yu Mengmiao to stop crying. She seemed to notice that her behavior was a little inappropriate. She stood up straight and said with red eyes, “Brother Qingyang, follow me to the Yin Yang Sect. I beg Master. , And accept you as a disciple, so we can always be together in the future.”

Qing Yang said: “What silly things to say, I am now a disciple of the Qingfeng Palace, how can I leave my master and join your Yin Yang sect? You already know that I am fine, which sect is the same, besides, how can Elder Jin Dan? Who can worship if they want?”

“Master treats me very well~www.wuxiax.com~ I beg her more…”

Yu Mengmiao wanted to say something more, a sudden voice next to him said: “Miaomiao, don’t you introduce who the disciple of Qingfeng Temple is?”

Qing Yang raised his head and saw that the disciples of the Onmyoji Sect had already surrounded Qingyang. Yu Mengmiao suddenly turned here on the way, and pounced on a strange young man. No one from the Onmyoji Sect had expected them, and waited for them. When the reaction came, it was too late to stop it.

Walking in the forefront of the male disciple was a young man in his early thirties. He was dressed in white and looked very unrestrained. It seemed that his cultivation was the sixth level of Qi refining. At such an age and with such a cultivation base, no matter which school he is in, he is a young talent. Without a certain strength background, he can’t reach this level.

Walking in the front of the female disciple was the woman who Chen Biwang described as a sharp face with thin lips and a mean face. The long-faced monk next to her once introduced that this woman seemed to be the closed disciple of the Yin Yang school, but she just looked at Yu Mengmiao. His eyes are meaningful, and the corners of his mouth are slightly mocking.

A little behind are those monks in the foundation-building period. The two golden core elders of the Yin Yang Sect have already left. They handed these disciples to a few of them to greet them. Angrily. Especially one of the female cultivators in the foundation-building period, with a frosty face and cold eyes, she couldn’t wait to hack Qing Yang to death with her eyes directly.

It was the young man in the front who was talking just now, with a sense of friendship in his tone and a smile on his face, but the yin bird was hidden in the eyes of Qing Yang.

Yu Mengmiao frowned, seeming to be very dissatisfied with this guy’s sudden interruption of the exchange between him and Qingyang’s brother, but these people are all of their own, and they have just experienced a life and death reunion. Under the emotional ups and downs, I don’t know for a while. What should I say.